OK, so if the Company are going through their family quarters are reclaimed, Balin and Dwalin go to their house and Dwalin finds an old baby toy – a little battle ram – that was obvi Balin’s. He shows it to Balin, who makes a grab for it. Balin ends up chasing Dwalin halfway through the Mountain, screeching at Dwalin to return “Mr Headbutt.” It’s hilarious. Smaller versions of Mr Headbutt end up in Bofur’s toy shop, and are a fan favorite, especially the ones with a Balin rider.

MR HEADBUTT

I LOVE IT

SO SO MUCH

AHHHHHHH

Fundin seems to be a vomit-magnet. Part of it is that he’s really good with sick kids – he’s very patient and will sit with them for hours, telling stories and playing games. Also he just has horrendously bad luck – he’s often in the wrong place at the wrong time when someone has food poisoning or otherwise throws up.

awwwwwwwwww, I am having a surge of fellow-feeling for Fundin rn. The Dwarfling has a cold, and she is the gloopiest, runniest, most miserable little possum ever. Lots of hugging her as she drips on me. Poor little sweet-pea.

I bet Fundin is the one with the hankie and the soft words and the hug, too. Carries them around until the sad hiccup-breathing calms down. Ignoring the mess on him, bc the child is far more important right now.

Poor thing! Always at the wrong place at the wrong time, aww!

Groin would laugh until he choked hahaha

OK but Dwalin wasn’t born yet when Erebor fell in book-canon and Balin was 7. So they’re back and are going to their family’s apartments and Dwalin is slack-jawed when they go in and Balin is just crying, because Balin is going through all these really hazy baby-memories and Dwalin is seeing all it all for the first time. And Dwalin is all like “was this Amad’s?” and “wow, Adad had really bad taste in color schemes.” And Balin finds his favorite stuffed toy which hadn’t made it out with him.

(yeah, I know – I was thinking it would be even more bittersweet, because Dwalin would be discovering that his parents had a life – a nice life, even – before they became the grim, weary dwarves he remembers)

AUGH AUGH AUGH NONNIE D: